Handling the pinworm-a prybar.


So yesterday, we were talking pinwheels. Blah blah blah handle them. You got it. Let’s move on, to one with a teeter totter.


You can guess where this is going.


Leslie McDevitt posted a comment here the other day. She said create a pattern where he chooses to put the pressure of moving towards it. Does him running across the field, just dying to get on count? Rad! Right on! Go Goo.


Have I told you recently I hate agility? Because it is hard to love something that you so totally, completely suck at. Or maybe it’s easy, but I am just not coming to grips with this. GodDAMN. Another lifestyle that goes awry, turns out to be a bad idea, and just ends up in the crapper. Like baking a bundt cake. Remember how THAT little escapade turned out?


You know how much I love my dogs? As much as Antartica. Australia. Antartica and Australia and every single Ikea parking lot in the universe combined and add about a trillion. That much.


And then agility, wee hee, all fun and then eventually, total suckazoid bummer, man.


Because Gustavo is an awesome dog. He is sweet and he likes to run and he sits on my lap and we like to play with a dirty terry cloth tube and he loves everyone.


And then it’s like, Oh, hey buddy. Learn this agility, K? Thanks! You’ll LOVE it.


Well, most of it. He was dog who loves agility! Loves everything. Love love love love love.


And then it’s just like issue issue issue issue.


And all my friends are all champion champion champion champion.


And I’m all why why why why why.